Gifts from the heart

There's one Christmas I remember more vividly than any other from childhood. I must have been ten or eleven at the time. Our family had traveled by car seven hundred miles to spend the holiday with my grandparents. We arrived only the day before Christmas.

My grandmother and grandfather lived in an old cypress frame house, with porches all around. The property was bordered by woods on two sides, a broad river, and a slow-paced country highway. And even though this was central Florida, that December was especially cold. The house was drafty and not really built for winter weather. So, on Christmas Eve, Grandpa took out all the blankets and fixed up a couple of beds for my brother and me in the living room. It was the only room with a fireplace.

Testimony of Healing
My coming into Christian Science reminds me of this verse...
December 25, 1989

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